Only one day removed from Facebook and i miss it like a lover but its absence, and the subsequent withdrawals has revealed in true fever dream fashion, its true form to me. Social media makes us all mind readers. And it comes with all the caveats which usually accompany that most feared and revered of mutant powers. I’m addicted to hearing the inane inner monologue of the general populace while simultaneously driven mad by the drivel and repulsed by my weakness.
Day 1 of staycation has been a bit of a wash so far. Productivitywise. Woke up in the morning feelin’ decidedly unlike P.Diddy and ate chocolate chip pancakes with Takko. Went to see the 10am matinee of Scre4m. When i’m in writing mode i call these kind of activities “filling the box”. … Wait, no I don’t! I’ve never said anything that scholarly in my life. I’m completerly full of shit. Typo but i like it.
Truth is… watching the fourth Scream movie is vital to my process. Yes. It is. More on this later. Now here I sit in Whole Foods in Tribecca awaiting the convening of a writerly collectve I agreed to sit in with. It feels like a blind date for a gang bang. Honestly.
This is called being proactive.